In the Rain E

Yeah. We hanging out where it ain't safe. Getting high but still function if it's gunplay. Getting money at a young age. Trips upstate, coming back with them pound cakes. And yeah I've been around it since the old Days. Stubborn little nigga, couldn't tell me I was Too brave. Bitch it's life like L say. And I'ma keep it funky 'til my last day. Hood nigga like Zo said. Show you how to do it like Bo said. How you hoing if that nigga got no bread? She fuck the whole hood, she fuck the whole Set. Keep it gutter like J3. Love to see 'em do it, that's my young G. And I'll be on the road where Dave Be. Chopping down a ho off of Palmer I've Been hustling with my gang. I can't complain, the lifestyle it gave to me. 'Cause we been on our grind all the time. Watching for snitches and haters and the Motherfucking police. Yeah, yeah. We tryna get more cheese. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Damn, it's 1:27 AM, where did the time go? Freeway 110, the exit is El Segundo. My mind gone like the dead homies that I Once knew. RIP Slim, Doobie, my uncle too. I am here, I'm thanking the Lord that I Ain't dead. From getting my brains blown 'cause Niggas see me in red. Reflecting back on life, I see it in higher Res. Like he was a good nigga whenever my Name was said. But I'm still living, Hundred spokes still spinning. EBT still spinning, on the Pedro still pitching. AMG we savage, from Figueroa to Ava. Law, fuck the law, they just KKK with badges. Imagine if the inside of my project was a Palace. All my niggas royal, sipping purple out a Chalice. Getting fed grapes, fucking on my nine Wives. Stop the daydreaming, back to reality, Grind time. I've been hustling with my gang. I can't complain, the lifestyle it gave to me. 'Cause we been on our grind all the time. Watching for snitches and haters and the Motherfucking police. We tryna get more cheese. Yeah, yeah. All alone, I hear the rain on my window. It's just a little thing, But it means so much to me.